Phi dropped to a crouch. Blowing on his hand extinguished its glow, but left his at a distinct disadvantage of being effectively unarmed. Still it kept him from giving away his position, while his partner crept closer.
Rho was no ignimancer, but still a fair hand in a fight and watching ones back. As long as she wasn't watching too closely. Where Phi was a general practitioner, capable at all sorts of things, she was a specialized artist, a matiman. Once upon a time, she might have been called a seer, one who sees, but that had fallen into misuse, and was claimed by those who dealt in the pseudo-prophetic arts.